Last Day of Vschool

3 May. Thursday. So I chatted with my parents and blogged in the library. Then,  in the rain and wind, I traveled to Vschool. Yup, as the title suggests, this is my last day of volunteering at this school. I confirmed with Mrs. A about that. The kids were concerned. But… they knew it from the beginning that I will leave someday anyway…

At break time, we played hacky sack together. Surprisingly I have improved a lot lately, due to the regaining of stamina and, and actually putting in attention while playing. It’s fun to play with the kids, as always. The Strawberry threw one up onto the lamps, and it dropped on the lamp holder… now again?

So I told him that he has to get it by himself. He is… such an obedient kid. Apparently I was only joking but he pulled a stool over and attempted. Nah, he is too short. Just for fun, I climbed onto the stool and hugged him up from the back, trying to raise him as high as possible to that he can reach it… but we failed. =3　Later I figure out that we could have tried some more effective way, such as carrying on my shoulder etc…

Anyway, I took it down while still standing on the stool. Then the kids prepared for the national standardized test, which they will be taking next week. I helped Tomyam and Damburger on their surprisingly simple maths. Then Mrs. A emphasize that they should bother about getting the correct answer, because all they need to do now is to get familiarize with the system.

Whatever. But I figured out that the kids sure enjoy having me teach them maths, for reasons that I have not yet, and will probably never figure out. Unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. A decided not to let me help the kids on maths, even though at first they told me that my job will be helping them on maths. Such a complicated situation. @@

When the two of them went into reading and comprehension section, I helped Strawberry on his maths puzzle instead. Apparently that is some game I will let my kid play at home, and not in school… Whatever. He got all tired with it, since it really is a tiring game, especially for a kid that young. Still, Strawberry seems to be pretty good at maths, and overall he is quite smart, for an 11-year-old.

Lunch time. Strawberry has really joined the basket! Because he has started playing around actively with Tomyam and Damburger. Then again, he got all excited about going to the park, and asked with his cute voice if I will go with them. Oh… how can I refuse to? But I have got a meeting with Mr Floyd at 1.10… so…

Anyway, since it’s the last day, I guess it’s not a bad idea to join them for awhile at the park, but then it started raining… we played hacky sack for awhile until the rain has stopped, and we marched to the park, in the strong wind, which kind of blew Strawberry away… no worries! ’cause I was with him. =D

The weird game again. It’s all about someone being the “monster” and chase after the rest, but no one should drop out of the “castle”.. it was hard for me the first time I played with them, but no more, since, as I said, my stamina is slowly rebuilding. It probably will never rebuild wholly, though…

For some reason, Strawberry did not join us. He helped Tomyam and I to block Damburger whenever Damburger was the “monster”, though. Oh by the way, he actually said that I should not be the “monster” because it was my last day. Oh this kid will grow up and become a sweet boy. I volunteered to be the “monster” later in the game nonetheless.

At 12.50, I decided that I had to leave… So we waived, and I left. I always hate this kind of feelings. Not the first time. I hate letting the kids down. I hate the feeling when they ask me: “will you still teach us”, “will you still come”…. oh, I have experienced this in an elementary school before I went for my VISA interview, and now it’s the second time…

Anyway, I enjoyed being with them, and I bet they do, too. Life is a weird thing. For people who do not like changes too well, we get upset easily… nah, I am okay. I might revisit them next school year just for fun. And I did left Tomyam my number since she might want to visit Linfield next year.

I have no idea why but I am kinda sure that I will be missing the days they were with me. I am especially not happy because Strawberry and I have just met and he seems to like me as well as all other kids do. Anyway, all I can say is that this little boy will somehow be written in one of my stories someday… in one way or another… he’s such a darling kid. ><

As I said, I like kids, cute and not-annoying ones. Oh… poor me… I might evolve into a pedocat if I am not careful… lol. Too much of Jap porn, huh? Seriously have to agree that Jap has both unbelievably fantastic and horribly crazy porn… wait, I think I am out of topic. D=

Then I rushed like crazy to the admission office, where I met Mr. Floyd and chatted with him for roughly an hour about… many things. Then, holy library! And the recordings. I sure have chosen some very challenging ones… thereafter I went to see bouquet and, she mentioned at the very beginning that it’s our last meeting, cool, then I don’t have to bring out the topic. =P

And that day, LOVE WAS IN THE AIR. =D　I waited for Cheryl in the library… home, bathed, dinner, did a little work on my novel before sleeping… next week gonna be a crazy week, I bet…

Jyyer

Yeah I sure love oldies. x)

我不想平凡過一生

當我在面子書那麼寫到時，曾有個朋友回應說，平平凡凡的不是很好嗎？這短短的一句話，似乎不太容易了解。

它是收錄在雨生老師《一天到晚游泳的魚》專輯中的歌曲 ——《祈求》裡頭的一句歌詞。作詞人是陳樂融，作曲人則是吳大衛，而演唱者是雨生老師。我想，若要明白這句話，就得先聽聽這首歌……

注意聽最後一句歌詞哦。

該怎麼說呢？聽他唱出來的感覺，並不像是『不想度過平凡的一生』那麼簡單呢。我總覺得，歌裡說的像是一場夢。就像是一個夢中的愛情故事，根本不是現實。感覺就像是在說：好希望能與你度過平凡的此生，因為只要有你在身邊，我便再沒有怨言了。

如果這麼想，那麼歌詞也就更能了解了。最燦爛的秋天、最狂熱的夏天、最纏綿的秋天、最豐收的冬天，都只有你能給予我；天地之間塞滿了萬物，但只有與你在一起的時刻，才是真實的；只要你在身邊，哪怕愛情漸淡、年紀漸長，也帶不走我的幸福；你是溫暖的陽光，把我從無奈與悲哀中拯救出來……

我覺得，雨生老師錄這首歌時，是這麼想的…… 所以說，當我說『我不想平凡過一生』，我的意思是，我想與你平凡過一生……

熹月藍斯
賈栒子木

Fahrenheit-Strawberry Conversion

1 May. Tuesday. Yeah, it’s May. I wonder how time flies. Some people says time stays, while we people leave, but I rather think time flies, people crawl, and memories sink. =3

Wrote 3 blog posts and went to Vschool. I was asked if my 40 hours of volunteer job have finished… apparently they have nothing else for me to do, therefore that day all I did was helping the kids with some maths. Well, I can see that Mr. and Mrs. A wish I can finish and leave as soon as possible, but the kids are worrying that I might not return again. What a dilemma. But not really. I have no choice. Roughly 2 more days to go.

About the maths. The things they were doing was either too easy for their ages, or totally meaningless. lol. And the techniques they were calculating with is terribly not efficient, and lack of understanding. See, lazy people like me usually go for the fastest, yet easiest to understand method. And often we let the calculators do the jobs for us. =3

By the way, if only you know how I convert Fahrenheit to Celsius and vise versa, you will understand what I am telling here. Seriously, no lazy people actually follow the exact formula unless they have a calculator handy.. What I do is that I will break it down into a series formula so that I can predict the value to the greatest accuracy.

For example, X °F, is = (X-32)/2+(X-32)/20+(X-32)/200+…. °C. The advantage of doing so is that you only need to calculate (X-32)/2 for once and the rest you just move the decimal points. This is definitely easier than doing X °F = 5(X-32)/9 °C. As for the opposite, I will just do Y °C = [(2Y)-(0.2Y)]+32 °F.

Lunch time… Poor strawberry threw up after trying some seaweed. Well, I suggested that he tried just a little but he put in the entire piece and, duh. And, well, he simply can’t withstand anything that look “yukky” or nausea, including his own vomit and the yogurt he accidentally poured…. nah he is only 11 years old, what do you expect? lol.

So he has got vomit on his jacket and he can’t clean it himself. After seeing him try for a few times I have decided to help him. Yeah, maybe young kids simply… live in fantasy. The reason? Because parents always wipe their asses for them. lol. I let him clean of most of the yogurt before helping him. See, it is not like I will do everything for the kid and let him learn nothing. He has to learn it, however tough it was for him.

And… it is a pity that I do not have the personalities I wish to have. I simply wish I can be like Tohru, who is extremely real and sincere. If I were to have her personalities, I would have hugged Strawberry and told him that “you are such a lovely boy”. But that’s just not me. Yeah I am the 怪哥哥. But who don’t like cute kids? Nah, everyone who does does.

p/s: I know I made no point. lol.

That day Damburger told Tomyam that if she were an American she will be much taller than she is. And Tomyam was not happy about it, taking it as a rude offense. Well, I don’t know why but some people simply think “tall is good”. But why? They don’t care enough to know. As for me, long legs allow one to walk faster but…. who fucking cares about it? ==”

And then when Strawberry took off his jacket, Tomyam looked at him and said: “oh you look like a girl”. I terus pengsan. You see, he is only eleven, how different is an 11-year-old boy from an 11-year-old girl if neither of them were socialized to be gender-typed? The only difference that eyes can see is usually covered. =___________=”

But Prof L is right, people do feel uncomfortable when they do not know the sex of the person they are interacting with, and also when we know the sex but the person doesn’t look like he/she is of that sex. To say why, it’s because we humans just get used too easily… and most of us, if not all, are socialized to be gender-typed. Too bad, huh?

The day was not of much fun though. It started raining when I was walking home. Oh but I thought of another character to be written in my novel, but it’s still in development. Oh I love thinking about what to write in my novel. xD　So fun lar~ Wish I do not have to study in this boring college. =3

Wrote my Birth-Order and The King’s Speech paper… funny thing Prof R actually expect us to write something he wants, and if you don’t agree with him it’s gonna be terrible… basically, he is always right. lol. and the funniest thing is that he often ask us what we have learned… while for people like me who have learn nothing but his arrogance, I have to make up something to write… =3　Stupidity reigns. =3

In fact, I bet most of us are doing the same thing. We might have learned different things but we all end up making up what we have not learned, just because he wants us to write those things in our papers. The result is evident, as he has been telling us since the first day of class… he often tells us about how interested his students were in his classes and how fascinated they got, but he never realized that many of us simply fake it. =3

Today I learned something new, by myself while online. I found out that “learnt” is indeed pronounced with the “t” sound, and “learned” is pronounced with the “d” sound. BUT, if “learned” is used as an adjective, it is pronounced with the “ed” sound! So it actually becomes 2 syllables~

Got home at 9.30 or so and then dinner and then bathed, pronun homework, sleep…

p/s: Just so you know, the title is just for fun. =P

Jyyer

For those who have read about JL’s biography, you sure know that he is a big boy. xD　A first born, but doesn’t act like one. Why? Because of family conflict. As explained by Birth-Order Theory, or as explained by conflict theory. =P

Killing Love Softly

20 April. Friday. Jenn coming home today. Yup.

Woke up early in the morning and printed my assignments. Got ready early in the morning at 7.30, Ed too, but… Well, we got a flat tire… After some not-quite-interesting events, I finally got to Riley at 8.30… So, Relax la! *please read this in Malay accent and slang* Sat down and read manga. meow.

Psychology class. I kept quiet throughout the class. It is not like I was loss, but simply do not know what to say… especially when the rest were already making enough noise. Of course I do not mind sharing my thoughts, but filled vessels often tend not to make as much noise when not necessary… I guess that’s why… Prof R said this in class too, so, well, I guess I am safe. After all I am not quiet all the time. =3

Library. I figured that I can finish reading Fruits Basket that day, and I did. Such a waste of time. The manga evidently is not as good as the animation… for I actually wished to finish it as soon as possible.. lol…

So I worked on that Sexism project. We have got to write a paper on Sex-Ratios Theory, which basically states that when there are too many males, it’s not good; when there are too many females, it’s not good either; when there are as many males as females, the society tends to reflex the culture based on its most recent imbalance sex ratio, which means it can’t be too good. Conclusion: its pointless. =3

Okay, I was joking. This theory does not provide solution to sexism, but only an insight to why it happens. lol. Don’t take me too seriously. xP　And then there is another joke that I want you to watch:

You can actually find the latest version, Killing Us Softly 4, on YouTube, but it is longer and was separated into 6 parts. Bla, this one is sufficient. It definitely worth 35 minutes, so, watch it! And it is funny. xD

Blogged while waiting for someone to fetch me… and finally at 8.20 or so, after hours of boredom, Cheryl came with Kevin and Jenn. HOME! And bathed. And simply ate something to fill my stomach. And… I think I played ff4… btw… did I tellyou that Tellah died? I went to Edward to tell him the incident, and he asked why everyone dear to him left him…

As I told you, ff4 is the weird most in the entire series. ==”

Now, why “killing love softly”? You know what… ignore it… it’s just a title… but here you go the oldie killing me softly…

Jyyer